WC Whip Your Ass ft. Nelly Lyrics
            [W.C.]
            It's been a minute that I've been sittin up in this cell
            Thinkin of many ways that I can get paid escapin jail
            My life is like a football game, I'm movin the chains
            Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range
            I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane
            Tryin to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame
            It's third and long, got a lot of yards to gain
            I'm federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change
            It's that, S-W-A-N-G affiliate
            From the penitentiary to the club, love I'm sendin it
            Turn me out and throw it up and get your boogie on
            And let me see those fingers in the sky if you feelin it
            I'm sick, and ain't no curin me, maximum security
            can't stop my back b__per draggin through your community
            Process me, lock me down, level me hard kid
            I still come out swingin like Ron Artest, n____
            {*whip sounds*} Ha ha!
        
            [Chorus: Nelly]
            Is it the concrete, or the walls
            Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
            n____ this is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down
            This is LOCKDOWN - lock 'em down, lock 'em down
            Is it the concrete, or the walls
            Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
            n____ this is LOCKDOWN - I'm 'bout to whip yo' a__ mayne
            {*whip sounds*} Ha ha!
        
            [W.C.]
            n____ the bang bang get up
            Skip skippin through the lane, swang, look at Dub
            Swangin, still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out
            When I touch-down nia I'ma turn s___ out
            Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye n____
            Lights out, Dub and Nelly 'bout to shut the lights off
            C-walkin on the industry, spittin with all my energy
            Dedicated to my n____z in the penitentiary
            Ladies bounce to this, sip Cris', get drunk to this
            Refs walks to this, dawgs thump to this
            On my mind is my fetti, itchin for the day
            that I can parole and jack the nose on a Chevy
            Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly
            Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirellis, n____
            Money is freedom and freedom is cash
            And anything between me and my freedom I'll whup an a__
            {*whip sounds*} Ha ha!
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [W.C.]
            Yeah, Dub stay chuckin the pavement, I'm anti-general populated
            Hood related, the industry most hated
            Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine (c'mon) I'm willin to die for mine
            (c'mon) While haters hate from the sideline
            I'm like Fabolous, I make you "Breathe" hard, leavin ya bleedin and scarred
            PC'd up on the sensitive knee guard
            Dub Central ain't no surrender, spit for repetitive offenders
            Facin D.A.'s with public defenders n____
            {*whip sounds*} Ha ha!
        
            [Chorus]
        
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